Текст YSN Flow – Shoes Tied

Im ridin’ with all that money must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
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Spark up spark up

Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch ‘cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

And this cannon got a red dot
Pay for headshots
Cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, ‘cuz his ass might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin’ to them fiends who need them meds popped

Got no regrets so watch how you step, fuck ’round and get stepped on
And them boys watch up on me ‘cuz they know I got this tec on me
And I hang ’round some savages who walk like they got vests on
Put titties on a Glock and shoot this bitch until yo neck gone
Gucci shoes look like a lick when I was running from 12
My past been catchin’ up I hope I don’t end up in that cell
Y’all only focus on my wrongs but I’ve been tryna prevail
It’s always fuck ’em that’s forever let my die when I fell

Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch ‘cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

And this cannon got a red dot
Pay for headshots
Cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, ‘cuz his ass might get his head popped

I got this cannon on my hip and im gon’ blow ?
Hoes they got to packin’, you know he bringing me pesos
Invested in the trap but I still rock, that’s just to lay low (aye, aye)
Mix drugs with faygo
‘Cuz I still be livin’ fast and hittin’ licks and kicking doors
Bitches hit my phone when I got cheese man I be mixin’ hoes
And I got designer Gucci, Prada I be mixin’ clothes
50s and them 20s and them blue strips I be mixin’ doughs

Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch ‘cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

And this cannon got a red dot
Pay for headshots
Cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, ‘cuz his ass might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin’ to those fiends who need them meds popped

Young but I be trappin to those fiends who need them meds popped